Cledus T. Judd - Bake Me A Country Ham Lyrics
Bake Me A Country HamI was sitting there, with my fork in handStaring at my lousy ravioli canAs she walked right in and said to meIs there any way that I can make your day completeI told her if theres anyway you canCould you grease up that old metal roasting panAnd bake me a country hamHoney glazed with a side of yamsLeave it in till its golden brownPineapples all the way aroundLet the sweet smell fill the airServe it to me in my underwearIm tired of eating imitation SpamCould you bake me a country hamI looked at her, with hungry eyesShe asked if I needed ketchup for my curly friesI held my breath I could hardly waitFor my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plateI could feel the juices running down my chinAs my stomach started singing once againCould you bake me a country hamHoney glazed with a side of yamsLeave it in till its golden brownPineapples all the way aroundLet the sweet smell fill the airServe it to me in my easy chairIm tired of eating imitation SpamCould you bake me a country hamCould bake me a country hamHoney glazed with a side of yamsLeave it in till its golden brownPineapples all the way aroundServe it to me in my underwearI m tired of eating imitation SpamCould you bake me a country hamLet the sweet smell fill the air!
